The Art of the Great Sword

After he understood that this was a spell, he no longer dared to let the bloody figure continue.

Curses are very strange things. It doesn't mean that you can resist the spells with absolute strength.

Compared with the curses before death that he had encountered before, this spell was obviously more sophisticated.

Being able to ignore the protective barrier formed by the power of reincarnation in his space, and pouring directly into his body in the form of fine particles, once the spell takes full effect, there is no telling what kind of end he will end up with.

"Zhu Xie retreats!"

Fang Qingyang shouted and immediately spread the power of void all over his body.

When the power of the void appeared, the spell aimed at him was immediately isolated.

In the eyes of the bloody figure, Fang Qingyang seemed to have disappeared from his perception.

The spell lost its target, causing the bloody figure who was casting the spell to immediately interrupt the spell.

"What power is this?"

"My blood curse technique can ignore the distance of space, and you are standing right in front of me. Why can you avoid my blood curse technique?"

Dashu's blood curse was halfway through, but now he suddenly lost Fang Qingyang as his target, making his subsequent spells no longer effective.

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he said: "Are you stupid? This is obviously a method that can resist all spells!"

"It's you, your methods make me feel a little strange!"

"Now if you cooperate with me honestly, I can spare your life!"

After blocking the opponent's spell, the bloody figure no longer poses a threat to him.

The opponent's physical body has been destroyed by himself, leaving only a bloody figure. No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be?

Hearing Fang Qingyang's words, the bloody figure's body twisted. He suddenly turned into a bloody long sword engraved with spiritual patterns and stabbed towards Fang Qingyang.

At the moment when the bloody long sword moved, Fang Qingyang discovered that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was crazily pouring into the bloody long sword, and the spiritual patterns engraved on the surface of the long sword were also connected with certain rules between heaven and earth, and had been vaguely formed He wanted to ban Fang Qingyang after occupying a confinement space.

Feeling what he was encountering now, Fang Qingyang waved the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand again.

When wielding the Dragon Emperor Sword in the form of a true dragon, even those in the peak reincarnation realm cannot hope to withstand this power.

After all, this big tree is only in the Three Tribulations Reincarnation Realm. How can it stop Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword!

Bang!

The bloody long sword collided with Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword. The bloody long sword immediately turned into a ball of blood mist and disappeared!

"ah……"

At the same time, a scream came into Fang Qingyang's ears, which was the sound of the big tree.

When this blow crushed the bloody sword, it was equivalent to directly crushing the opponent's soul. This big tree could no longer survive in the world!

After cutting the bloody sword into pieces, Fang Qingyang stared at the big tree for a while, only to find that the big tree had no life left.

"Dead?"

He wasn't sure if the tree was dead.

But judging from the current situation, this big tree should have been crushed by himself and headed for destruction!

"Since he is dead, his body cannot be wasted."

After all, it is also a strange big tree in the Three Tribulations Reincarnation Realm. Since the soul in it has been destroyed, the remaining big tree can be collected directly as a trophy.

After bringing this big tree into his own little world, Fang Qingyang stared at the surroundings cautiously.

There are towering trees growing everywhere in this Forest of Death, but there seem to be only a few trees that have given birth to consciousness and become monsters.

"He seems to know the token in my hand. Unfortunately, this guy resisted and failed to obtain important information."

Fang Qingyang looked around, and simply used his magical powers to transform into a one-foot-sized five-clawed golden dragon, and followed the direction guided by the token in his hand.

Since the Lihuo Demon Lord also landed in the dark forest, Fang Qingyang naturally had to go and take a look.

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"Damn it, why did you end up in such a weird place?"

Lihuo Demon Lord restrained all the aura in his body. When he moved, he did not dare to make too much noise.

The Lihuo Demon Lord was now covered with wounds, and his aura was alternately strong and weak. It was obvious that he had suffered heavy injuries.

"Where did those colorful flames bring me?"

"With my strength at the peak of the reincarnation realm, I was actually injured by the strange trees here. Is there a strong man of the quasi-emperor realm in this forest?"

Lihuo Demon Lord walked extremely carefully.

He is now deliberately avoiding some towering trees. Although he already knows that not every towering tree has self-awareness, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

He moved forward cautiously, stepping on the rotten leaves in the jungle, always alert to the surrounding situation.

But even though he was careful, he was now in trouble.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left foot, and a penetrating injury appeared on his left foot. The pain made him grin.

"Get out of here!"

He was angry.

He, Lihuo Demon Lord, has always been the one to bully other living beings. When will it be the turn of other living beings to bully him?

He stomped down on the ground with one foot, as if to crush the existence that attacked him.

But just as his injured left foot stomped down, another sharp green object pierced his left foot again.

Not only that, the sharp object nailed his left foot in place, making it impossible for him to move forward!

Looking down, he found that it was something that looked a bit like a bamboo shoot.

But how could something that could directly pierce his left foot and nail his left foot in place be a bamboo shoot!

Swish, swish, swish...

At the moment when his left foot was nailed, a series of air-breaking sounds came into his ears.

A creepy feeling arose from the heart of Lihuo Demon Lord. At this moment, he did not dare to be careless. He immediately mobilized all the power in his body to form a protective barrier to protect himself.

When the protective barrier appeared, it was hit violently and was constantly shaking. It seemed that it could be destroyed at any time.

Moreover, the sound of breaking air became stronger and stronger. It was a series of sharp bamboo sticks. One of them even pierced through his defense and stabbed into the back of his head!

Ugh...

A painful scream was heard, and Lihuo Demon Lord only felt that his brain was being extracted by the bamboo stick!